Old the Odd staggered through the forest in a drunken stupor. He was on his way to Gertrude's house when all of a sudden a sharp pain shot through his skull. This was the last memory he had as everything faded to black and slumped towards the ground.

Old awoke many hours later, naked and with a splitting headache. After gathering his whit's he arose to his feet, brushed off the twigs and leaves then checked himself over... it appears he was mugged.